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;: mart PAGE. ac actress. Is
4 > accused of the murder of
*i James Pollock, and is defended |
jl by her lover Philip Langdon.
4 Pollock has been nursuinz Mary
4? for many months endeavoring to
X win her love and her hand in
J marriage, but his attentions have
4? been very unweicome to her.
$ Knowing her stage aspirations, !
* he has, unknown to her, financed !
4? her starring tour under the management
of Daniels.
On the night of the murder,
Mary leaves the banquet hall in
V the Hotel Republic and enters
4I the Gray Room alone expecting i
T to meet Langdon. She has been 1
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i'f lured there by Pollock, who has
4? been drinking.
4*' A few moments later a shot is
** heard and Langdon and others,
4> upon entering the Gray Room
JJ'" find" James Pollock shot through
a* the heart and Mary Page lying
in a faint beside him with Pol<i
lock's revolver not six inches
44 j) from the ends of her fingers.
i? At Mary's trial she admits she
4 * * had the revolver.. Pollock had
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NEW CLEWS
Mf F you please, ?Mr. Langdon, may 1
speak to you a moment, sir?"
JL The deferential voice halted
Philip as he was on his way
from court to Mary's cell, and he
uwung about with the frown of one
whnse dfivs are made un of unpleasant
interruptions by strangers.
Laagdon had been at the office mos:
of the night looking up certain points
of law and his temper was none too
good.
"Well?" he snapped, and the pallid
faced man with the stooped should
ders winced and drew back a little.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I thought I ought
to tell you. sir. It's?Its' about thf
guns."
"The guns!" The frown faded froir
Langdon's face, and he looked down
at the man with a sudden interest.
"Who are you~'
"James Watson, sir. 1 am a waiter
at the Criterion Club where Mr. Pol
T olen aotac\ aa his ponfi
dectial man during ray off Lours, sir
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Langdon Had Been at the Office Most
of the Night.
iYou see, I am an extra, not a regular
waiter in the dining-room."
Langdon drew a deep breath and
'laid his hand on the other's stooped
and servile shoulder.
"This is not the place to talk," he
aid quietly. "ioua oeuer come ouwu
to my ofBce with me. I have a few
minutes yet before the recess is over."
The man bowed, and Langdon, turning,
led the wqy into the .private room
Iwyond the court-room, and waving'
"the waiter to a chair, sat down him eif
on the edge of the table
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Invaded her dressing room at the
theatre, Langdon had come to
her rescue, the revolver had been
knocked from Pollock's hand and
Mary had seized and retained it
She had put it in her hand bag
the night of the murder intending
giving it to Langdon.
Her maid testifies that Mary
threatened Pollock with it previously,
and Mary's leading man
implicates Langdon.
How Mary disappeared from
the scene of the crime is a mystery.
Brandon tells of a strange
hand print he saw on Mary's
' SLiouiuer.
Further evidence shows that
horror of drink produces temporary
insanity in Mary.
The defense is "repressed psychosis."
Witnesses described
Mary's flight from her intoxicatj
ed father and her father's suicide.
Nurse . Walton describes the
j kidnaping of Mary by Pollock,
and Amy Barton tells of Mary's
struggles to become an actress,
of Pollock's pursuit of her and
; of another occasion when the
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"Now," be said, "what about the
| guns?"
"Well, it's this way, sir," said James,
twirling his hat in his nervous fingers.
[ "I used to be in Mr. Pollock's room a
lot, sir, and I knew all his guns. He
had a lot of tbem?they were a sort of
fad of his. There was two pairs of re
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"I could see that she hated him."
volvers?duellin' pistols, he called 'era
?but that there gun in court ain't one
of those.
"It was his own special one. He had
the barrel sawed off extra short so it
would fit easy in his pocket. He showed
it to me, and said that if anybody ever
did for him, they'd have to move
onioker than he did. And then. sir. it
was his own gun that killed him. I
Life's a queer thing, ain't it?"
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Langdon nodded vaguely, too disappointed
at the failure of this new hope
to pay much attention to what the
man was saying.
"I suppose," he said drily, "you
won't mind telling that fact in court,
will you?" ,
He looked sharply at the waiter.
"No, sir."
The waiter hesitated a moment, then
flushed and stammered, "I?I wish it
mignt nave oeen one ui a pair, sir, n. jt
would have helped the young lady; my
wife and I admired her picture so. 1
took quite an interest, you see. being
as how I knew him, sir. I'd seen her
photograph in his room, too, and?I
know what sort of a man he was. I
ain't sorry he's dead, and I'd like to
help if I could.
"One night I saw him grab her by the
arm and I could see that she hated him
and that he was makin' her life miser*
able by his attentions.
"I saw her that night, Mr. PoBoek
gimme a pass, and afterwards I saw
him"?
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smell of liquor drove Mary in- Jjjj j
sane. J j
There is evidence that Daniels, * j
Mary's manager, threatened Pol- X ;
lock. Mary faints on the stand T i
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and again goes insane when a
policeman offers her whisky. 4*
Daniels testifies that. Follock
threatened to kill Mary and *
Langdon and actually attempted *
to kill Langdon. ?
Two witnesses describe Mary's *
i flight to the street from the ho- %
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[ tel and her u' Auction by men *:
from a gambling place near by. X
Further evidence seems to in- v j
criminate Daniels. % ;
Maggie Hale.-inmate of a gam- J
bling den. testifies that she was
j at the hotel and heard two men *
i quarreling in the Gray Room a 4?
short time before the murder. T.
Her evidence seems to increase ? j
suspicion against Daniels. :
Daniels privately informs Lang- j
don that Mary Page did not kill ^
Pollock and that if Mary is in
danger of going to the elecAlc %
chair he will tell all he knows of j
I the case. ? !
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He broke off abruptly, then leaned ,
forward staring up at Langdon, the i
life-long servility of the man who j
serves falling from him for a minute
as he said sharply:
"Mr. Lnngdon. Mr. Pollock had a i
fight with somebody over the telephone '
at the club that night, and he didn't go i
to the Hotel Republic alone!"
What!"
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j Philip's exclamation was sarin in its j
excitement but before he could ask
any questions that rushed to his lips, j
the bailiff rapped at the door, announc- '
ing that His Honor was ready to re- {
j open court.
| With a shrug of impatience Langdon
j gathered up the papers he had flung |
upon the table.
"I shall have to put you on the j
stand, and ask the questions I would
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There was a note of anxiety in hia j
voice.
"That is what I am here for. sir," !
<aiu tlie little man with a calmness '
that was not without dignity. "My
wife is in the court sir. waiting to J
hear me."
He spoke rather proudly: the atti- !
tude of a waiter seemed suddenly to j
leave him.
He was like a soldier who has hesi- j
tated, and then, having made up his
mind to fight, goes invincibly to battle.
Langdon smiled, and clapped him on
the shoulder in a friendly fashion that
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"I'll have them here, sir, don't you
fear."
hron^hf a flush of Dride to the face
of the older man.
Then lie led the way out into the
corridor again.
At the door of the witness room he
paused a moment and opening it, called
to Brennan, the detective, who had
figured in the trailing ?r Daniels, ana
: said quietly:
"I want James Pollock's chauffeur.
| If possible, have him in court within
an hour or two."
j "Yes. sir."
| "And Brejman-get the cacdto -W&?
at the Hotel Republic, too. The man
who wai on duty in front of the hotel
on the night Pollock was killed. It's.
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Important We mast work quickly.
There isn't a moment to lose."
"I'll hare them here. sir. don't you
fear."
And. snatching up his hat. Brennan
set *>ff down the corridor at a brisk
trot, the waiter staring after him and
nodding with pleasure at being able
to comprehend the order* that the
Iflwvpr rivrn.
"They can prove all 1 say. sir." he
aid to Lacjrdon. "I bope it will help.
Bball you put me on the stand at
oaec?'
"Yes." km Id I^angdon: "I'm xoinj: to
call you the first thing. You mustn't
be nervous about it. thouph. It's not
really such an ordeal as It sounds."
"I shan't be nervous, sir." saki the
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when he new the crowded room and
the judge.
He acted like a man who had never
been in a court-room before.
He took the oath firmly, however,
and his vol -o. though a bit shaky. was
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"I ought not to teJI that, though."
clear as he answered Langdon's questions.
His name, he said, was James Watson.
He was forty-three years old and
was employed as a waiter at the Criterion
Club.
"Yon fir." be went on confidentially,
"there is not enough work in
the dining-room to keep us busy except
at meal times. They keep one or
two men on duty on account of orders
for drinks, but the rest of us serve
only at breakfast, luncheon and dinner.
That leaves us some free time
and we mostly have one or two of the
gentlemen who live at the Club to look
after. I was man for Mr. Pollock.
That is, I looked after his clothes and
attended to his wants in the way of
valeting."
"Watson, when was the last time
you saw Mr. Pollock?"
"After the theatre, sir, on the night
when he was?when he died."
He uttered the last phrase almost in
a whisper; and there was the awe in
his voice of the uneducated at the
mention oMleath.
"Did he dine at the club?'
"Yes, sir."
"Did he seem uneasy about anything?"
Langdon was gaining confidence in
this unrehearsed witness.
"Well, he had been drinfcing pretty
heavily, and he was always ugly, If I
may say so, sir, when he had been
drinking. Maybe I ought not to tell
that, though." the witness added, nervously
putting his hand to his mouth.
"He seemed excited, but I thought it
was probably about the performance,
sir."
"Did he say anything about carrying
a gun that night? Think now, before |
ypu reply."
"No, sir," the waiter answered without
the slightest hesitation. "But he
swore when he came home that afternoon,
sir, because his pet particular
revolver had been taken away from
him."
"Did he till you where or how he lost
it?"
"No, sir, he did not. There was no
reason why he should, sir, for I was
only his servant."
"Was it one of a pair of revolvers?" i
"No, sir. It was one he had had fixed
especially to carry, sir."
"Watson, did Mr. Pollock telephone '
to anyone before or after dinner, that
yon know of?"
"Yes, sir. He went direct to the 'phone.
booth when he came in, and talked for
a long time. He seemed very angry,
and suddenly he shouted, 'Dash you,
you'll do as I say or by 111 send
you up. I've got the goods on you.'
"Then he seemed to realize that
somebody might bear, and lowered bis
voice. There was another call for him
.wiUfe ta <rcas t/ea&tf juid be w?at oat,
and answered "it "He seemed angry at
first, then pleased. He was in a much
better temper when be came beck."
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i The witnaps wiped bis brew, and r
glanced down at the .spectators, as if
looking for the sympathetic* face of his i
wife.
In his excitement, and because the
i next question came so fast, he did not
have a chance to see her.
"Watson, you say you saw Mr. Pollock
after the theatre?where?"
**J had been to the show, sir, and was
coming out when I saw Mr. Pollock
Jnst ahead of me. I thought he was
looking for his limousine. 1 saw it and
hurried up, intending to tel> him whrre
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elf. I was just behind him. therefore,
when he stepped into it."
"Was there anyone In the automo
bile?"
"Yes."
"Could you see them?"
Langrdon wuk overjoyed ai the readj
answers lie wus receiving.
If he had trained this man for a eou
pie of days lie could not have asked for
better results.
"No. ( could see an arm as somebody
opened the door for Mr. Pollock, and I
heard a voice say, "It's all right chief,
j It's a cinch.'
J "Then the engine made such a noise I j
; couldn't hear any more. You know how I
j those machines do drown out every- I
! thing sometimes, sir."
"Had you ever heard the voice be- j
; fore?"
! "I couldn't say. sir. 1 didn't notice." J
The bailiff came and whispered a I
j word in Langdon's ear. handing him at j
i the same time a slip of paper.
j On it was scrawled: "Pollock's c-hauf;
feur, Carter, is in court. You can
. call him right away. I'll have the other
| here in a jiffy. Brennan."
j With a smile of relief Langdon turn- '
j ed back to his witness.
| "Was that the last time you saw !
{ Mr. Pollock?"
j "Yes. sir."
"That is all. thank you. Mr. Wat- |
son."
i And as the waiter stepped down j
; with a smile on his face, Langdon
said clearly:
"Call Frank Carter."
There was a stir through the court- !
! room, and some commotion as the
! chauffeur got to his feet in confusion.
1 and stared at Langdon.
| "D'you mean me?" he asked bluntj
iy; and when the court crier repeated
the name, "Frank Carter!" he scrambled
over the intervening spectators
| and went down the room excitedly,
j He did not seem happy over the
; prospect of being made so conspicu- j
! ous.
j "You were Mr. Pollock's chauffeur,
were you not?" asked Langdon, and
j the man nodded.
j "Then will you please take the
stand?"
: |
! Still looking somewhat bewildered j
at the sudden call, Carter took the ,
oath, and Langdon, after the prelimi- j
nnrv nnestions. said slowlv. as if seek- I
ing to make a definite effect:
"Mr. Carter, you drove Mr. Pollock j
continually, did you not?"
i "Yes, sir." j
"Then you must have known most J
; of his friends?" i
"I did, sir, and some of his enemies." j
j said the chauffeur grimly.
"Did you drive the limousine on the j
sight Mr. PcIIdcI: was shot?"
I "I did. sir," the witness answered
readily.
i He saw that he was important now.
and, like most of his class, he rather
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"Mr. Pollock went into the hotel alone."
enjoyed his sudden plunge into the
limelight
| "Did Mr. Pollock take anyone to
the theatre with him?"
"No. sir."
"Did he give you any instruction
about what to do after the theatre?'
"Yes. He said that I was to wait for
him near the corner, instead of coming
back after the show. *1 may need yon,'
he said, 'and I'd rather you'd wait If
you stay at the corner I can see you.
whether I come out at the front of the |
theater or through the stage door.'"
"He took a guest back to the hotel
with him after the performance, did
he not?"
The chauffeur was very emphatic.
"Do you mean that there wu no one
in tue ctr except Mr. rotiocir"
"Oh. no?there was Shale. I thought
yoii meant somebody else."
"Who is Shale?"
"?eu, ues a sort ox a pai ui iw
chief s?that is, he used to be. I dunno
exactly how to describe him. He and
Mr. Pollock were In on some deals together,
and when the chief wantefl
anything special done, he alius sent
Shale. Folks called Shale 'Jim's jackal.'"
"Mr. Pollock seemed to think a k>fc
of him, though, and took him around &
good bit. When be was good humored.
ue used to say he took Shale along because
he knew what be was up to
when be was with him."
"When did this man Shale Join MrFVH^kr
"Alter the show. or. rather, during it.
I Lmd been off to get a snifter. ed<1
when I came back Sbale was sittin* in
the cnr smokin'.*'
" Tin wultin' for Jim/ he says; and
1 says. 'Go as far as you like.' So he
give me a cigar, and we sat there
smokin' till the show was over and
Mr. Pollock came out'*
"Was Mr. Pollock surprised to seethis
man in the machine?"
"Xo. Hp was nsprt fo it. Hp spemp<i
to have been expectin* him. I saw him
looking about in the crowd as if hewas
huntin' someone, and when he sa w
Shale in the car he looked relieved."
"Did you drive direct ro the Hotel
Republic?"
"Yes. .sir. we did."
"And Mr. Shale went in with Mr.
Pollock?"
"Oh. 110. sir. As soon as the car stopped
he went off down the street and
Mr. Pollock went into the hotel alone."
There was no doubt that both theseunexpected
witnesses had made a good
impression.
The district attorney was not pleased;
but Langdon. happy in the knowledge
that the terrible ordeal for Mary Page
was drawing to an end. left the courtroom
that day feeling younger and full
of power.
Soon?soon?
But he hardly dared to dream bis
wonderful dream.
[To be continued.]
Airedale Terriers.
Here is fhe case of a dog made to
order for a very definite purpose and
meeting all the. specifications. The
Airedale as a breed is only a little over
half a century old. Yorkshire was his
birthplace. As to the work that the
new dog was expected to do. there
were foxes and badgers in -the hills*
otters in the streams and hares in the
fields and woods. This meant that the
all around dog must have courage, a
keen nose, strength of legs and jaw
and must be equally at home in the
water and on land.
The breed found its way to this
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soon caught on among the fanciers
despite the cry that no terrier should
run above twenty pounds.
His habit of working for a living bast
kept the Airedale from becoming io?*
much the rop of the shows and tias^
given him many opportunities to show
his worth on the farm and in huntingHe
has the terrier willingness to tackle
anything without regard to size c
teeth. One thing the Airedale demands
is room. For thnt ronton he is not an
ideal bouse dog. He is at his be>t in
the country with plenty of elbow r?>oark
and work enough to keep him interested
in life.?Outing.
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Distant Thunder.
If we count the seconds that elapse
between our seeing a flash of lightning
and our bearing the thunder we can
tell how far off the thunderstorm is*
As light travels 186.000 miles a second*
we may for all practical purposes re
gard ourselves as seeing tne ugntniny
the instant it flashes. But sound travels - " "
only 1,087 feet a second- If, then, we
multiply 1,0S7 by the number of seconds
that elapse after the flash before
we hear the thunder we get the dis-t
tance that lies between us and the
storm. If we count five seconds the
flash is a mile away. As a rule, we do
not hear the thunder at all if the storm
is more than from twelve to fifteen
miles away from us. But the rule has
exceptions. In Symons' Meteorological j
Magazine Mr. Harold Wilson reports
that last August he saw two flashes of!
lightning in the west northwest o?,
England and only heard the thunder;
after intervals of 115 and 112 seconds
respectively. Xe calculates that the
first flash occurred 24.4 miles and the !
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second flash 23.8 miles away. Proress-:
or Alexander S. Kerschel, it is said, j
heard the thunder that followed a flash ?
of lightning forty-fonr miles from^
where he was. j,
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Historic Spelling. g
There is a sentiment against sirapli-i
fled spelling because it tends to destroy f
the historical continuity of the English?j
language, but this claim is answered {
by the assertion that the present spetfr {
ing very materially infringes upon for- *
mer methods. Upon this point a corre-f
spondent of the New York Times says:*
"T - 1 1 ? .-V ?/> VvnsiTr n miHT
we nave Vlliy IV gu uaia a TCIJ
way in order to see the modern upstart |
character of what is called historical I
spelling. We now write "pleasure," g
"measure" and "feather," but not very!
long ago those words were spelled!
"plesure," "mesure," "fether." Again.?
"tung" and "yang," as spelled by Spen-t
ser, have a more historical aspect tbaE>|'
"tongue" and "young." Why write!
"girdle" when the old spelling was
"girdel?" The only answer to this argument
and similar ones is that our
immediate ancestors learned how to
spell better than our remote ancestors,
which is only claiming that the makers
of the words left their spelling to succeeding
wJttfch is ats&gL
There is abundant proof tbat our ancestors
were better spellers than the sue
ceedin? generations.?Oklo State Joor-|
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